Lu Yumei smiled bitterly, wiped her hands with a cloth, and then said: "Actually, there's nothing more to continue, because I don't know either."
"Ah... this..."
Liu Zhizhong widened his eyes, his exaggerated expression quite amusing, "Did I ask in vain?"
Lu Yumei laughed and then started marinating the fish with salt, ginger, and other spices, "Indeed, what I know is quite unclear. In fact, for Zhao Yan, I even suffered grievances because of your father-in-law."
"This is getting interesting." Liu Zhizhong nodded, looking very intrigued, and continued to slice the meat for lunch.
"Back then, Zhao Yan was brought home by your father-in-law on a night of thunderstorm, she looked like a newborn baby, only a few days old."
Lu Yumei sat in a chair, poured some tea, and gazed at the emerald-clear lake in the distance, her thoughts seemingly drifting away.
